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She
paused
a
minute
and
then
said
:
"
Is
there
anything
further
you
want
to
ask
me
,
gentlemen
?
"
"
Only
one
thing
,
Madame
,
a
somewhat
personal
question
.
The
colour
of
your
dressing
gown
.
"
She
raised
her
eyebrows
slightly
.
"
I
must
suppose
you
have
a
reason
for
such
a
question
.
My
dressing
gown
is
of
blue
satin
.
"
"
There
is
nothing
more
,
Madame
.
I
am
much
obliged
to
you
for
answering
my
questions
so
promptly
.
"
She
made
a
slight
gesture
with
her
heavily-beringed
hand
.
Then
,
as
she
rose
,
and
the
others
rose
with
her
,
she
stopped
.
"
You
will
excuse
me
,
Monsieur
,
"
she
said
,
"
but
may
I
ask
your
name
?
Your
face
is
somehow
familiar
to
me
.
"
"
My
name
,
Madame
,
is
Hercule
Poirot
--
at
your
service
